“Ten tonight and I don’t want to hear any excuses.” Megan said, gritting her teeth as the girl on the other end tried to explain why she thought they should call off their plan. It had taken her far too long to put this all together for someone to flake out on her at the last minute. That was the problem with trying to recruit a team, though. Everyone wanted to strike out for themselves. If she’d just been gifted with some sort of strength, some sort of power beyond mimicry then she wouldn’t have to try and find a partner and splitting any money wouldn’t be an issue.
With a sigh she put the phone down, distracted by a knock on the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Taking the phone with her just in case she unlocked the door opening it and then her world seemed to stop. “Stanley!”
The phone slipped from her hand, smashing on the floor but Megan didn’t even hear it. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. How could he be standing there now? And with her favourite flowers in hand? She must be going mad, recalling some passed memory, the headset must be shorting out and playing games with her brainwaves but he didn’t faded away and if anything he looked older than she remembered and plenty solid enough.
There was one thought in her mind and finally it forced its way out of her mouth. “But you’re dead.”